Then we met Greg who was in his early 70s, we all got on well and my wife has always preferred the mature gent.I knew they would hit it off from the s...cial meet, Greg had her laughing and Sally even moved close to him so he could put his hand on her leg when he got the chance as they chatted, Greg was a decent guy not pushy which l know went down well with Sally, she told me later when she was saying good bye in the carpark their kiss was more than a simple peck on the cheek. Over the next. "How do you like your walk on the wild side?" she smiled at me."To be honest I don't think I've ever been as aroused as I was earlier today. The feeling of the clothes, the tastes and smells, I think I will enjoy doing this again." With that I smiled at her, took her in my arms and kissed her deeply."Careful now," she admonished, "you wouldn't want to smudge your makeup." We both laughed at that. The rest of the day was spent puttering around her house. Every opportunity that presented itself. He had been her teacher in college and within a year of meeting him she was his slave and ultimately became his wife. She had always looked up to his friends, especially Damon, but had no idea how to express herself to personages such as him. There was another small portion of herself that recoiled from the prospect of once more becoming a slave and losing contact with her children who had been a great disappointment to their father. Her introspection was interrupted by the hose, which. He said with great humor in his tone, “Hey, you come here often for light bulbs?”Stacy roared with laughter, a point that scored many points with Matt. She got control and said, “Why you smooth talker, I bet you’d ask me to have a cup of coffee with you, wouldn’t you?”Matt smiled, “I would. Would you?”“I’d be delighted, but do I know you?”“I am known in some circles as a photographer, in others as a research biochemist, and in still others as one of the cast in a reality TV series.”“Oh, I know.